Forgiveness.
Chapter One.
It was dark, cold, and snowy. The ground was littered with fresh powdery snow. For a long way all the eye could see was fresh snow, and the faint smoke of the chimneys yonder off.
A black dragon with raven black scales, and purple underbelly, stood in front of a small stone tombstone nestled among the others, like a missing piece of the puzzle, as one that was once lost but now was found.
He had lost his mate a few days ago, and couldn't bare the thought of leaving her alone. The Dark Dragon sighed, his warm breath turned into a cloud in the cold air. He was cold, but he didn't care, all he wanted was to be with his mate again. He would forever remember her laugh, the way she sang Irish hymns in her native tongue, how he held her in his arms as he carried her home for the first time, and so many others things and details he would always treasure.
"Eclipse..." whispered the most feared and despised of all the dragons, sorrowfully "How I miss you each and every waking moment of the day. How I miss feeling your soft skin against my claws, hearing your enchanting voice whenever you talk or sing your Irish hymns, and" he paused before continuing "Feeling, touching and stroking your beautiful and graceful body against mine while we slept." he whispered softly than before.
Crunch, crunch, crunch. The Dark Dragon paused, yet again, to hear the soft crunching of the snow behind him. He growled spitefully once he realized who it was standing behind him.
"American Dragon, how long have you been standing there? Have you come to make a mockery of me, morning the one I love?" he inquired, his tail sweeping behind him testingly at the young man.